living good man

Why not kill the world If it's your world to kill I condone all the violence The truth is it gives me a thrill And I think that you look great In your designer shades Drive your fast flashy cars F*ck it we're going to mars Anyway But isn't it a little strange to procreate When your eyes can't see past your swollen face Well I think you're a little strange a little strange Yeah I think it's just too late just too late Why not break the rules When they've already been broken Breath in all the fumes That are sprinkled on the roses Silence out the truth For the lies have been spoken F*ck it you'll be dead when the earth Concaves But isn't it a little strange to misbehave When your lives are at stake but you've already paid Well I think I'm a little late a little late Yeah I think it's a little late for change